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| Hash Number: | 276 |
| What: | Hockessin Hash #276 - St. Patrick's Day Hash |
| When: | March 18, 2000 |
| Where: | Parking Lot 1 White Clay Creek Preserve, Landenberg, PA |
| Hares: | Pig Shit Rosebutt | Message |
| Hash #276 - "St. Patrick's Day - Remember the Great Queen Maeve and Cuchalain" hash, hosted by Rosebutt, who would like a couple of co-hares - anybody? Saturday, March 18, 3PM, Location TBA Straight from Rosie: "Heads may roll - especially under kilts. Tights strongly suggested on trail. Kilts, broadswords, dirks and other adornment for Apres. Everyone bring a six of micro or imported beer for a beer swap at the apres. This hash will actually have beer stops!" | Hashers |
| Anal-ist Beeper Bumper Humper Bunion Butt Circle Jerk Country Sausage Do Me On the Beach Fly Shit Hard On Himalaya Hornblower Hot Pants Lick It Clean Mad Hatter Make Me an Offer Pig Shit Queer Balls Rosebutt Screaming Pussy Slutmaster Subpeonis What About Bob | Hash Trash |
| Hockessin HHH - Hash Trash For Saturday March 18, 2000 St. Patty's Day Hash It was a clear and frosty afternoon when 25 hounds collected at parking lot #1 of the White Clay Park. We waited until about 3:30 PM to give Rosebutt and Pigshit time to take off as live hares. We saw them speed off onto London Tract Road, and that's where we started to pick up the scent. The slobbering pack staggered out by climbing a long, steep trail through the woods. The distributed flour spots were so few and far between that we soon got fragmented into small groups going in search of the true trail. The initial cluster of disorganized and randy H4 puppies included, Anal-ist, Beeper, Bumper Humper, Bunionbutt, Country Sausage, Circle Jerk, Do Me on the Beach, Flyshit, Hard-on, Hot Pants, Hornblower, Larry Anthony, Lick It Clean, Mad Hatter, Make Me an Offer, Wetspot, Woodpecker, Queer Balls, Screaming Pussy, Himalaya, Slutmaster, Sub Penus, and What About Bob. One errant faction, making a purposeful effort to be Long Cutting Bastards (henceforth known as LCB's) to avoid a deep and very cold water crossing, accidentally discovered that they were defacto SCB's who beat the hares to the non-existent beer stop (laudable Hash mismanagement). The SCB's promptly subjected Rosebutt to verbal abuse and a wedgie before continuing, instead of suffering frostbite by waiting around for the beer to arrive. There were a few patches of nasty thorns in the shiggy, a lot of marshy farmland for us to trespass through (which is what we do best), and a final very steep hill that subjected our cute little quads to a real test. After negotiating a mine field and a few wimpy water crossings and an occasional False trail, we made it back to the parking lot in about an hour. Then we drove a few miles to the Apres at Rosebutt's house where proper St. Patty's Day comestibles were served. We enjoyed munchies, corned beef and cabbage, along with green bagels from O'Sullivan's kosher bakery. After a period of Gaelic gluttony, we repaired to the garage for appropriate Down-Down penalties for the hares and the cherries, Tim Crane and Joe Matteo. A shitty trail, but pretty. You might say "pretty shitty" but redemption came in the form of a six-pack exchange of good microbrewery and imported beer. With a lot of trading, we all came home with neat variety six-packs. Seizeyer Rodney Half Marathon On Sunday, the 19th, a bunch of the infamous H4 became a human blight in front of the Delaware Art Museum as we set up an outstanding beer and water stop for the half-marathoners at what was the six and eleven mile marks on the out and back course. Our performance was sensational. It was spear-headed by Crib Snatcher and our patron saint of Environmental Salvation, Dancing Fool. DF is also the scourge of eco-barbarians. He exhorted the runners to throw their empty water and beer cups into large waste receptacles and, depending on their aim or disregard, he showered them with praise or invective. His shouted commentary was often blistering: "Throw it IN the trash, number 69, you asshole!" Or, "Thanks, Jiggle-tits. Good shot!" Or, "How about some consideration, Black Pants!? Like I'm bustin' my ass pickin' up your shit!!" A few of our own were heretical enough to actually participate in the run, but we jeered them on anyway. At least we could count on them to quaff our beer. Among the sinners were: Wet Nurse, World Wide Webb, Likes it Long, Hornblower, Fungi, and Dung Ho. Afterwards the crowd gathered at Crib's new house to party away the afternoon. | |
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